CAMPING POST

[paradisamods]

[A night in the great tree. A wooden lift on a pulley system allows one to ascend hundreds of feet into the tree's boughs and walkways and buildings.

Goldfleck has disappeared, and the Mistress is nowhere to be found. What now?]



OOC:
SCHEDULE POST

Comment sections:
The Baths
The Rooms
The Gate
The Swings

Who was the fourth Robin? [Backdated to yesterday] [Recorded, in a clipped all-business tone.]

[bratwonder.livejournal.com]

Heads up, castle - Maya Fey's been found. No major damage. We'll have her back in a couple days.

[Bats and other detectives]

She was in this giant graveyard out west. It's marked Wanderer's Yard on the map. [A beat. (Yeah, Batman, he read so far back in the journal he found Lois' map. Suck it.)]

Who're we still missing?


[Tim Drake]

I got another question.


[Steph]

[This one takes awhile. And it's softer than the rest of the post.]

... h-hey. Batgirl?

(no subject)

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[To anyone that might know him, especially considering what happened?  Washington has been oddly silent lately.  In fact, he hasn't really put anything publicly visible in the journal since the things from when he woke up on an island in the Dead Zone.  Though that's mostly Wash being his usual stubborn self, not caring if anyone was worrying.

Things were a little interesting out there at least, in spite of the cold, and considering York's annoyance at him for not being in armor?  He has plenty of reason to take his time on coming back.  Thought the place being interesting could just be the boredom of recent castle life getting to him.]

Guess whoever did this did me a bit of a favor, dumping me out here.  Closest thing I'm likely to get to a vacation from stupid castle antics, even if it was probably a result of them.  And a chance to make sure I'm not getting too soft with the castle lifestyle.  [He's not sharing his findings there.]

[York]
Before you start bitching or do something stupid?  I'm alive.  You don't need to worry about me.  I'm a grown man, for fuck's sake.

※ twenty seven

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

( Anyone who knows Peter Petrelli and will not use this information to harm him )

( Daredevil )

( Ukitake Jyuushiro )

( Spider-Man and Spider-Woman )

(no subject)

[boundestiny.livejournal.com]

[Breakfast this morning was just as appetizing (and perhaps strange) as dinner last night - lots of leaves, fruits, nuts, vegetables, all a very strange variety. After breakfast, everyone was free to explore for awhile ... until Goldfleck ran around excitedly, ushering everyone into what appears to be the "main room" of the treehouse.

Tall and open, with many windows made of vines and branches, the room is sunny ... warm, and welcoming. A handmade desk with a matching chair rests in the corner, as well as a weaving loom in the other, though it's been cleaned off for the occasion.

You're probably wondering why everyone is here.

After a few minutes, Goldfleck will hush everyone, saying the mistress is on her way. A moment later, an old woman in a very simplistic dress and bonnet enters and crosses the room at a decent pace, turning the chair to face where everyone is gathered. She sits down in the chair carefully, as someone with aging joints might. She raises a hand to command attention and silence while she speaks, as well as offer a greeting.]

Good afternoon, travelers. My name is Flora. I hope that you've found your stay here enjoyable so far.

[She pauses, taking in a small breath, before observing the crowd in front of her closely, and smiling genuinely.]

I know that you must be confused about a great many things, and I certainly can't blame any of you. I'd enjoy an opportunity to speak to each and every one of you. [She chuckles quietly.] I only ask that I be speaking to one person at a time. I haven't had this many guests at once in a very long time ... at this age, it can be a bit overwhelming sometimes.

[ooc: This post will be open for everyone to speak to Flora! Each separate thread will be treated as a different conversation (though there'll be a thread for anyone who wants to speculate in the corner without her hearing!). Also, anyone is welcome to have their journals on them and open so that people back at the castle can hear! OH AND. There'll also be a "special guest" appearing later. ;D Special guest will appear tomorrow morning instead!]

☫ 31

[onset.livejournal.com]

[Filtered to Expedition Goers; Away from First Gens]

[Dictated quietly as Flora's off in the corner talking with someone.]

She's been honest so far. I can't make out every word, so information should be coordinated. It could help.

[OOC: This is an info gathering post for expedition people before they release it to the rest of the castle. Making sure they have their stories straight, etc etc.

While Cass can't hear what's going on with conversations, she can see it. She learned to read body language before speaking, so she can tell when someone is lying or withholding information, hence her watching Flora very closely. Mod approved. :D]

#40 - BACKDATED TO MONDAY EVENING

[advisortype.livejournal.com]

( Individual filters with the same message to: Yukiko, Eunice, Mat, and Sooj )

[And with the wheels in motion, Yosuke makes his way towards today's training extravaganza, in full winter gear: heavy pants, long, thick jacket, gloves, and a floppy hat. TO THE FOUR SEASONS ROOM! Catch him on the way if you want~]

(no subject)

[impermissible.livejournal.com]

[there are sounds of a light flicking out a flame, a breath to inhale, and a thoughtful pause.]

If only this world were simple enough to send a collie on over to the well instead of an entire caravan, but... ah, what're you going to do. Guess some people like camping trips.

[and Zeke blows his smoke, hopefully away from the journal.]

Not that I'm pissing over what everyone's doing for the efforts of the castle, of course. But when it comes to wells, I can't help but think about the old black and whites, Timmy falling down the well or what have you.

[he's ruffling his hair, thinking that... maybe some people aren't going to get his little attempt at pop culture recollection and humor, and he continues on.]

But just out of curiosity, what's preventing the rest of you from venturing out? I know a few of you got jobs, aren't used to those kinds of trips, have stuff to take care of here...

Or you're just like me? [a long silence] I don't even know why I'm asking... Ah well.

[and with that, Zeke tucks away his journal for the time being, opting to smoke inside of the castle as he stretches his legs, meandering aimlessly to see if there's anything of interest in a relatively quiet castle.

by all means, give him something to react to.]

Third Issue - Mutant Rock God

[ruined-jaw.livejournal.com]

[Jono is sitting under a tree out on the castle grounds. Having eschewed his "uniform", Jono is instead wearing a simple pair of black jeans, boots, and has his torso, from his navel to his nose wrapped in what looks like copious amounts of black electrcal take and athletic tape, leaving only his arms bare, his hair hanging in his eyes. In his lap, he's holding a black electric guitar, and his journal is laying open beside him, recording the occasional few notes from the guitar being strummed, with telepathic "muttering" behind it. Apparently, Jono is concentrating pretty hard on whatever he's working on, but not so much that he doesn't make an attempt to badly filter his scribblings from the rest of the castle. Occasionally, Jono's telepathic mutterings turn into him "singing" a line or two from the song.]


( Filtered to pretty much no one. Read if you want, but he'll feign ignorance about what he's working on... )

[Satisfied with what he's written, Jono lays his pen in the crook of his journal and "sighs" heavily, taking a deep breath of the autumn air through his nose. He's in a mood where he doesn't really want to be bothered, so obviously, you should do so.]

Open Time~

[rhymebell.livejournal.com]

[Who]: Rhyme Bito and whoever wants to join her
[What]: She's cooking. Dear god.
{When} Now until Friday since I'm slow.
{Rating] PG unless something odd happens.

( Read more... )

❀ twenty-two unicorn statues for OUR desk

[iamdamnloyal]

Remember when I talked about that Bachelorette Auction? I totally think that we should do this, because I think everyone should have the same chance at love that Angel and I have been given here.

So! [she draws a tiny purple flower in the margin of the page...]

Oh! Right! So, I'm totally going to make a small little card, just like that Anya girl would do and you can just turn them into me either at my room or at Lance Sweets' office in the city.

Oh!! Or you can give it to Angel. I mean, he'll make sure I get it, because he's that thoughtful.



( Cordy )

[ooc: Harmony and Angel have been Lorne'd & this serves as the "IC sign-up post for the Bachelorette Auction, if you want info about it ICly]

twelve »

[invokes.livejournal.com]

( private )

( vince )

( morgana )

( lana )

[ written ]

For people who've been in and out of Paradisa multiple times, have you noticed if anything's different from your previous stay? A different loss or maybe the last moments you remember from home...

[ the writing stops for a moment and then he adds in: ] I'm just wondering.

-53- I Can't Stand Up For Falling Down

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[she kept her journal open so she wouldn't miss any important updates on her way out to try and drag the mule that Spike wrecked back across the border of the Dead Zone. This means that the journal picks up the hum of the Redtail's engine... which really sounds more like a rumble. With maybe some unsteady sputtering thrown in for good measure.

It's still running though... so, Faye keeps on flying.

After a while though, the engine finally has enough. A buzzing alarm starts going off, as the engine abruptly coughs, makes an awful grinding sound, and dies]

...What?? No, no! Come on, come on...

[the engine sputters, struggles, groans]

--Damn it!

[aaaaand horrible crashing sounds]


((ooc: backdated to... some amount of hours after Spike crashes the mule?))

[[accio journal #1]]

[imthechosenone.livejournal.com]

[have a grunt and a loud scream followed by a shout coming through your journal:]

NO! SIRIUS!

[another one of those nights. another nightmare. another reminder of who he's lost. harry tries to breathe as he sits up in bed. he hopes uncle vernon isn't going to come barging into his room like he did last night, screaming at him to be quiet. harry makes a quick grab for his spectacles and puts it on]

Um. [where is he?]

[hear a scuffling as this boy hurriedly gets up out of bed]

Lumos!

[the light from his wand fills the room as he starts to look around]

Hedwig! [hear the loud hooting of an owl and the flapping of wings. yes, it's all rather noisy up in harry potter's room]

(no subject)

[technicallyabug.livejournal.com]

[All dictated, or if for some crazy reason you're in the clinic, there's that too!]

What--

Ah-- Where am I--

... oh. Dammit!

[A beat]

Ugh, okay. I just had the craziest dream. I swear I was back home, doing my thing, web-swinging and fighting the good fight, except, you know. I wake up and I'm back... here... But whoever found us, thanks?

Yeah, I... Yeah. Thank you...